[ only part of reaper is pissed that jack forced him on a three day chase through the entire country of austria. equal parts pissed and equal parts impressed, really, because jack may be old but he's still as innovative ( and such a pain in the ass ) as ever.
what really pisses him off is that he made him come to innsbruck. the austrian tourist city was nestled between two valleys, and it was one of the first cities overwatch had marched in to defend during the early stages of the omnic crisis. it was beautiful, back then, with white granite castles dating back to the 10th century and university students of all ages milling about the charming cobblestone streets. there was even a lovely view of the mountains to the south.
and because of those mountains, innsbruck had been nearly impossible to hold. half the city was destroyed before overwatch — led by reyes — pushed the omnics back into the mountains, and then blew the pass to stop them from returning. it worked. it also sparked an avalanche that buried another portion of the city beneath rubble and snow.
innsbruck is a shithole now.
fuck innsbruck.
reaper steps over the dented metal door into the gloomy silence of the warehouse and casts a look around. jack isn't on the ground floor because of course he's not. that'd be too easy. he pauses for a second, long enough to listen for any slight scuffle of sound from above, and then keeps walking, his steps slow and drifting. ]
You're hiding from me? Come on.
[ his raspy voice echoes in the large, empty space. any normal man or soldier would have stuck to the shadows and the walls; reaper leisurely strolls right into the open, to the center of the room, broken glass crunching beneath his boots as he turns in a circle and scopes out the second level. ]
I don't want to hurt you, Morrison. I just want to talk.
[ total cheater's bait, with that namedrop. come on. take it. he dares you. ]
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what really pisses him off is that he made him come to innsbruck. the austrian tourist city was nestled between two valleys, and it was one of the first cities overwatch had marched in to defend during the early stages of the omnic crisis. it was beautiful, back then, with white granite castles dating back to the 10th century and university students of all ages milling about the charming cobblestone streets. there was even a lovely view of the mountains to the south.
and because of those mountains, innsbruck had been nearly impossible to hold. half the city was destroyed before overwatch — led by reyes — pushed the omnics back into the mountains, and then blew the pass to stop them from returning. it worked. it also sparked an avalanche that buried another portion of the city beneath rubble and snow.
innsbruck is a shithole now.
fuck innsbruck.
reaper steps over the dented metal door into the gloomy silence of the warehouse and casts a look around. jack isn't on the ground floor because of course he's not. that'd be too easy. he pauses for a second, long enough to listen for any slight scuffle of sound from above, and then keeps walking, his steps slow and drifting. ]
You're hiding from me? Come on.
[ his raspy voice echoes in the large, empty space. any normal man or soldier would have stuck to the shadows and the walls; reaper leisurely strolls right into the open, to the center of the room, broken glass crunching beneath his boots as he turns in a circle and scopes out the second level. ]
I don't want to hurt you, Morrison. I just want to talk.
[ total cheater's bait, with that namedrop. come on. take it. he dares you. ]